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Before there was such a cruel ending, there was a sweet, innocent beginning. Here I am, just a few days old, being held by my dad like I'm a rare piece of pottery that might shatter at any moment. My tiny pale feet, with toes splayed, push against his tanned arms, limbs that spent many a day working outside in the elements. He moved pieces of freight around for a living, but in this moment, he was balancing precious cargo in his lap in the job that mattered the most in his life.

It is such a simple moment, but full of love and heart and all that makes this world worth living.